Warnings: craziness, fluff and.. hints of kinky stuff
(No more) money emergency!
"Tonight we're going to celebrate!" Dominic rejoices, as he and Matt leave their house.
"We've been celebrating since the tour break." Matt points out, as he sits himself behind the wheel.
"Yep, that's true. We had a fun four days in Paris, tomorrow we're leaving for Greece... BUT today we absolutely have to stay here! Month-anniversaries are better if we celebrate at home!" the blond smiles, sitting beside Matt and using the driving mirror to set his hair.
"Damn right. That's why I booked in the most beautiful restaurant that Como has to offer us, more than two months ago."
"Great! Because our eighth months together deserves to be celebrated better than the others."
"Why just the eighth month?"
"Eight. Just like the wonders of the world."
"There are seven wonders of the world!" the brunet corrects his partner, without losing sight of the road.
Hitting his own forehead with the palm of his hand, Dom laughs awkwardly.
"Let me think about it... that's it! Eight! Like the lives of a cat, which means that our relationships will survive everything. " Dom makes another attempt, after some minutes of silence.
"I have to admit that it's very poetic. Too bad that cats has nine lives!" Matt corrects Dom again, as he starts to warm to the idea.
"Huh, right. Well, at least now we have a reason to celebrate properly next month." Dom strikes back, a little upset.
"Alright. And before we find a reason for the seventh month that we've already celebrated. Anyway, my love, we don't need a reason to celebrate, do we?" his boyfriend smiles at the blond, placing a hand on Dom's leg , as he keeps driving.
"Of course we don't, but... right now it's a matter of principle! I'm going to find a good reason." Dom insists, without even smiling back at his mate.
Their trip goes on in deep silence, until, enlightened after all that thinking, Dom talks again.
"I got it!"
"What?"
"You were born on the 9th June, I was born on the 7thDecember. 9 and 7.. and 8 stays in the middle, can't you see? It's between you and me." the blond explains, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Matt can't help but grin back at Dom, excited as well.
"I like it. It's a deal, then: 8 will be our favourite number from now on!" .
"How much further is it? All that thinking made me so hungry!"
"Don't worry, we've almost arrived. Anyway, Dommeh, without puzzling over that, you already have a reason for loving this number." Matt informs him.
"Which one?"
"The eight ways we're going to celebrate it."
The lustful glint in Matthew's eyes is enough to fill Dom with hopes that are going to be satisfied.
"What eight ways?" Dom asks, intrigued.
"Well, the first one, the dinner... but since we haven't told the world about us yet, we'll have to confine to be only two friends who sit at the table and enjoy their dinner." Matt explains, a little bit disappointed.
"If the tablecloth is long enough to hide us from everyone's sight, well, be sure that I'll remind you properly that what's between us goes far beyond friendship!" Dom warns his boyfriend, his green-grey eyes gleaming with a sinful light.
"Huh, sounds good. Anyway, we'll make things right with the other seven ways: whipped cream, blindfolds, wax, shackles, ice cubes, horsewhips and... your beloved knife. You know, it wasn't so bad after all, quite the contrary. However, we'll do all this stuff not necessary in this order!" the brunet informs the blond.
"Oh, God, Matteh! Eight ways for eight months!" Dom jumps on his neck, no matter if Matt is still driving, kissing him soundly before parting away from his boyfriend with a thoughtful expression.
"Dom, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I was thinking about when we reach thirty months together to celebrate!" the blond replies, licking his lips.
This time it's Matthew who can't resist the urge to kiss him with a more forceful kiss.
"Well, you know I don't lack fantasy at all." Matt says, parting from him as he looks at him, mischievously. Concentrating on his parking he adds "However, luckily for us, we checked the news before going out, otherwise we'd make fools of ourselves."
"Right. By the way, before reaching the restaurant, we'd better check if we took everything. Well, I have the sand, the leaves and some sea shells." Dom comments.
"I have the sand, as well, plus some stones, some bottle tops and some petals, too." Matt replies.
"It's so odd. I mean, we leave for a few weeks and things here have changed so much."
"I find it such a fantastic idea, I'd never thought the Italian government would be so brilliant. Finally, we got rid of all these constrictions and futile dependence as money, welcome back, barter era!" the brunet speaks excitedly, gesticulating.
"You're right, it's going to be something epic!"
"You can say that again! Good thing that yesterday, when we came back, we watched television, all those so many continuous breaking news, the placards posted up everywhere..." the singer adds.
"Yep, that Vodafone is such a great broadcasting station, it's even better than CNN and BBC and it was the first and the only one to spread the news.. again and again."
"Of course they must keep on spreading it, think about all the Italian people on holiday, once they came back to their country, they have the right to know what's going on." Matt explains.
"Alright. So after this wave of fervour for the rebellion against the system, can we go or what?" Dom exhorts his lover, as they leave the car.
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The dinner goes on in the best way ever, among chatting, toasts and much more, since the table cloth is long enough to allow the two lovers to carry out their kinky plans.
At the end, more than satisfied, they call the waitress who kindly assisted them all night long and ask her to bring them the bill.
She comes back to their table with a white sheet of paper inside a velvet, black folder.
After glancing at the paper, Dom and Matt search the pockets of their very showy jacket, black, with a white border for Dom, red and glittery for Matt.
They put on the table several sandbags and other weird stuff.
The waitress stares at them as if they came from Mars.
"What the hell are you doing?" she snaps.
"It seems obvious to me. We're paying the bill." Matt explains, very calmly.
"OK, I got it, it's not enough." Dom figures out, adding even two old plane tickets.
The waitress looks at them even more puzzled.
"But…"
"I got you, Don't say anything more." the frontman cuts her off, placing on the table one of his plectrums. "Here we go, this is a personal tip for you." he adds, winking at her.
"Sweetie, I would give you also one of my drumsticks, but I left them home." the drummer justifies, smiling at her as both him and Matthew get ready to leave their table.
"Hey! Don't you dare take another step further! You two won't leave until you pay!" the waitress roars.
Matt and Dom jolt, sitting back down.
"What do you mean? Didn't you see the TV news lately?" Matt asks her, puzzled.
"If you mean the news about two insane people escaped from a madhouse, no, I must have missed that." she strikes back, annoyed.
Dom and Matt exchange a doubtful look, as they start to get suspicious.
"Can we make a phone call?" the blond asks her, politely.
"You can do any bloody thing, just pay!"
Dom draws out his mobile and search for a certain number in his phonebook and calls it.
"Hey, Dom, let me guess, Matt and you are having a very good time, right?" Chris greets him, cheerfully.
"That was the plan, but now we're calling you for another reason: can you confirm to us that here in Italy people don't use money anymore?"
Dom listens to a deep and awkward silence.
"Is that a joke? Because it's not funny at all!" Chris resumes speaking again, before Matt snatches Dom's mobile from his hand and explains to Chris all the stuff they've seen.
After that, he activates the speakerphone.
"Did you say that they keep spreading the news on TV, right?" Chris asks his friend.
"Of course, they have to keep spreading such an important news!" Matt replies.
"And you said that there's always a song as background whenever you see the news passing on TV." Chris recalls.
"Yep, but it doesn't count, here tons of television news have got music as background… anyway, I don't listen to the news until the end, the first images are enough!" Matt explains.
"I can't leave you alone for a while! Fuck, haven't you realised yet that it's only a commercial?"
"A commercial, you say. Well, now that I think better about it… it could be." Matt mumbles, as he caresses his chin.
"No, Bells, it's not that it could be, it bloody is!" the bassist snaps.
"OK, I understood, but... commercial of what?" the singer wonders, curiously.
"What? I don't bloody know, I don't give a fuck about it. Gee, Bells, do you realise the situation Dom and you are in now?" his friend snaps. "So let me see if I got it straight, right now you don't have money with you, right?" he adds, with a calmer tone.
"No money at all, you know, Matt said it was better to get rid of it in order to get accustomed to the big change more easily." Dom informs him, as he glares at Matt.
"What do you mean you got rid of your money?" Chris asks them, very agitated.
"We don't mean it literally, after all, we came back here yesterday, we didn't have time for that. Plus, you know Matt, don't you? He thought it was the Government's idea, a good idea, nonetheless, that's why he didn't trust them completely, he was sure it wouldn't last. We still have our money, but not here... and the waitress isn't looking at us very friendly, you know." the blonde says, as worried as the brunet.
"OK, let me speak with her." Chris orders and his friends oblige.
"Good evening, I'm Chris Wolstenholme, sorry to bother you..."
"Oh, my God! Chris Wolstenholme! From Muse?" the waitress cuts him off, squealing excitedly.
"Yeah, sure. After all, there with you there are the frontman and the drummer from Muse." he replies, a little confused.
"Gee, that's why I was sure I had already seen them somewhere and why they're so weird. You know, I barely consider them, you're my favourite one, I collect tons of your pictures, cut outs from group pictures, I love the way you sing, although they don't let you sing as much as you should. Besides, you're the main reason why I started playing bass. Oh, God, I can't believe I'm really talking with you!" she speaks more and more excitedly, as Dom and Matt stare at her dumbfounded.
"Thank you for all the beautiful things you said. Now could you please let me speak with the owner of the restaurant?" Chris asks her.
"I'm sorry, but my dad and mom aren't here, they are on holiday and left the administration to me."
Gee, I can't be anymore lucky! She's the owners' daughter. Maybe I can save this morons' asses without losing anything .
"Well, I guess you're doing a marvellous job, before my friends came and ruined everything! But if you turn a blind eye to that, I'll be very, very grateful to you... so much that .. I don't know... I could even send to you and some friends of yours the tickets for our next show in Italy, with the free pass for the backstage? So you'll be able to tell me those beautiful things, face to face." he suggests her, with a silky voice.
Feeling faint the girl finishes her conversation with Chris and gives the mobile back to his owner.
"You two can go, it's my treat for this time," she informs Matt and Dom, walking them towards the exit. "Anyway, I hope you'll realise that I don't want to see you in my restaurant anymore!" she adds bitterly, leaving.
"Hey, Chris, are you still there?" Dom asks.
"Of course, I couldn't miss the moment of my victory, could I?" the bassist replies, cockily.
"You were fantastic, you saved us!" Matt congratulates him.
"Really, we don't know how to thank you." the blond adds.
"We'll discuss about that when we see again, in the States, on September, I'll have all the time to think about the perfect revenge!" Chris threatens them.
"Well, buddy, the last time you took your revenge on us… Matt and I ended up together!" Dom reminds him.
"Argh! There's no need to say that every bloody time. Anyway, it will be a completely different revenge!" the bassist assures.
"Too bad that this barter thing doesn't exist … I could already picture our next concert here: people would pay us with… bananas!" Matt thinks out loud, melancholically
"Or hair spray!" Dom daydreams.
"Or beer!" escapes from Chris' mouth. "No, wait, what the hell am I saying? Gee, you and your stupid ideas are contagious. However, now I gotta go, you owe me! Don't forget that! I'll start thinking about my revenge from tonight. Start trembling!" he warns them, before hanging up.
"I've got the feeling there's going to be trouble." Matt grumbles, worried.
"Do you mean trouble for September? You'd better start seeing trouble now!" Dom warns him with a threatening look.
His only answer, the brunet rushes towards his car, followed by the blond.
"Dommeh, c'mon, think about it. Do you really want us to fight because of such a stupid thing or.. do you want us to celebrate pwopewly?"
"OK, we're gong to celebrate," Dom decides, getting in the car with him. "But I gotta choose the first way: no one is going to save you from a nice dose of whips!" he threatens his boyfriend.
"You know that I'm happy even this way, don't you?" Matt comments, pecking Dom's mouth, before fastening his belt.
"Trust me, Matteh, I'm happier!"
THE END
Yep, this surely was the craziest one.
here's the one that 'this ' Matt would call 'breaking news ', lol, hope you'll understand it (the commercial is about a mobile phone company and the voice basically says that this summer everything is totally free because with X rate you don't pay for calls nor text messages for 2 months… )
http:/ www. youtube. com /watch?v= f8vx9ECU9qk&NR=1
hope you had fun, but feel free to tell me everything.
Hope you'll like even the coming soon sequel ( a proper story this time, no more OSs) which is on its way.